Fool's Gold.

Coins may shine like gold,

But they can't be eaten, I'm told.

Hunger pangs gnaw at my gut,

Coins won't fill it, that's a fact.

What good is wealth when you're starving?

Coins may jingle, but they're not nourishing.

I long for food to ease my pain,

Not shiny objects that bring no gain.

A coin can't be cooked or sliced,

It won't provide any sustenance or spice.

It's just a piece of metal or a token,

But when I'm hungry, it leaves me broken.

I dream of a feast fit for a king,

Where food abounds and hunger doesn't sting.

Coins may have their place in life,

But when it comes to hunger, they're not right.

So let me fill my belly with food,

To satisfy my hunger and lift my mood.

Coins may glitter, but they're not enough,

To fill me up with sustenance and love.